Jekyll and Hyde Ch. 02

"Stay right there," I said getting out and walking round the back of the car.

It was a warm evening and we were still in our tennis clothes, him in shorts, me a skirt. Behind the car I slipped my panties off. He opened the door and I whispered.

"Stay just like that," as I unzipped him and he pushed his shorts down revealing his gorgeously swollen prick.

I climbed in and straddled him, well tried to, but the seat was narrow and I couldn't get my knees far enough down alongside either the door or the centre console. The more I tried to push down as he lifted my boobs out of my bra and rolled my top up to expose them and my nipples to his hands and mouth, so the more my head pressed against the roof. I came to the conclusion that it was impossible to fuck in a Porsche; a major design fault, but then it is a German car.

I climbed out. I knelt beside the car. He played with my tits as I took his cock in my hand and licked its length. I swallowed him deep into my mouth; he tasted good. As I sucked and licked him, so he started to fuck my mouth. We found a perfect rhythm. It got faster, more urgent and demanding and his thrusts got deeper and fuller.

"Oh Cat," he groaned.

"What?"

"I am so near."

I knew what he was staying. Men with good manners and consideration are like that. They are inviting the woman to take him out of their mouth. I held him firmer and redoubled my sucking efforts. Suddenly he groaned, his body shuddered, he gripped me tightly, one hand in my hair, the other on my left boob and then my mouth was filled with the gushing, youthful torrent of his cum.

More soul searching.

It was getting worse. Or better. Who knows? My sex with Craig was becoming wilder, more daring and adventurous. I tried to understand myself; both the fact that I was fucking a kid and what I wanted from him. I knew what I didn't want, that was easy. I didn't want love and real affection, I didn't want companionship and dates, I didn't need him to be considerate and caring. They were things one gets from a lover, a partner or a husband and, in most ways Richard provided them, albeit in an absentee landlord way.

Craig supplied something else. He fulfilled another need. A need that I was having difficulty defining, which wasn't really surprising for until we had sex that first time I wasn't even aware that I had the need. Even now, three fucks and a mouth shag into my 'fling' with him, I couldn't define it.

A need for adventure? Maybe. A desire to be wanted? Unlikely. Being found attracted by a young Adonis? No not really. Boredom a relief from the tedium? Partly. A wish to experience someone other than my husband? Yes, but why with a boy?

None of my anguished analysis really got me anywhere. The only conclusions I reached were that I wanted Craig purely for sex, nothing more. But why I wanted him at all, I couldn't fathom. However, I was beginning to reach a not fully thought out conclusion that scared me a little. I was discovering a different side to myself, an alternative me. On the face of things I was a highly respectable, middle class woman, a bulwark of middle England, a stalwart of what a professional man's wife and the mother of his children should be. I had been like that all my life, particularly my married period. I hadn't strayed or even really been tempted although I'd had many opportunities. Richard and I enjoyed a spirited, but by no means 'kinky' or alternative sex life, we didn't swing, share partners or cheat. We weren't into S & M, bondage, pain, dressing up, spanking or anything away from the mainstream. We were just straightforward and, I guess 'normal.'

Well I had been. What I was starting to realise was that it was just that 'normality' that may well have created my need for Craig. I still wasn't able to rationalise 'the why' fully, but what was forming in my mind was 'the how.' If I was going to stray from my marriage vows then it had to be big time. I didn't just want a one night stand with someone like me. No I wanted a fling with a complete opposite to me and my husband and friends. I didn't want a gentle seduction, dinner then a nice bed with low lights, soft music and tender lovemaking. No I wanted something extreme; I wanted to be screwed up against a wall, still half dressed. I wanted to be fucked in another man's bed. I wanted sex in a public place, a place I would return to and stand there with other people around knowing I had been fucked right there. Yes they were my needs someone different and something different.

I know it didn't make sense, fully, but then what to do with sex does? It's a drive we all have to differing degrees and none of us really understands it fully, but I was trying and thought I was getting there. However, I had to acknowledge that I was probably developing, or suffering from a sort of split personality, the Jekyl and Hyde syndrome.

More Craig smut.

I borrowed Richard's Rangerover for the next match a week or so after the incident in the Porsche. That, incidentally, had ended on a humourous note. When I got home around eight thirty, both the children who were in their early teens were there. As I poured myself a drink, my daughter suddenly said.

"Mum why are your knees dirty?"

They didn't get dirty in the Rangerover, when Craig next fucked me though. In fact he fucked me twice within an hour; it was the first time he had proved his stamina and recovery powers to me, I was impressed and I wanted more.

Our club is in a forest, it is surrounded on all sides by trees and a quite heavily wooded area. It was mid afternoon in mid week, a Thursday I think. It wasn't busy at the club, just half a dozen members and none of Craig's mates all of whom must have been at uni or working. It wasn't a sunny day, but it was dry and reasonably warm, about seventy I guess, with no wind, great tennis weather.

"Come on," he said after we had been practising and were sitting drinking orange juice on the balcony outside the bar overlooking the six courts.

"Where?"

"Let's go for a walk," he replied, smiling.

"Where?"

He nodded towards the woods. That actually made my heart leap a bit for I knew it wasn't just a walk that he was inviting me on.

"You go first, then I'll go out to my car," I said, aware at how nosy people can be.

"God you look fucking raunchy today," Craig said pulling me into his arms and kissing me hard, when we reached a nice thick part of the woods a couple of hundred yards from the club. I was wearing a fairly tight, sleeveless, white top and a pink, also quite tight, very short, silky tennis skirt. I had a nice tan on my legs, arms, shoulders and chest.

"No different to usual," I managed to gasp as my body responded to the way his body had already reacted. His erection felt lovely pushed into my stomach.

"Over here," he said grabbing my hand and pulling me under a large tree, an oak, I think with wide branches that created a canopy. It felt more secluded.

He pressed me back against the huge trunk of the tree and we kissed. He moved his arms, which had been round me, grabbed my wrists, raised them and rested them on the tree trunk above my head. He continued kissing me and squashing my boobs with his chest for a while, but then he broke the kiss. Arching his back and leaning his upper body away from me he looked right into my eyes and started to grind his cock against my pubic mound. I writhed back at it. It was something I had never done before and it felt fantastic, particular when our squirming and writhing brought the bottom of his cock in contact with my clit, which must have found its way out from the folds that usually protected it from such stimulation. He brought our hands down with his still holding my wrists. He pressed my hands onto my boobs and squeezed my fingers so they were squeezing my own flesh through the thin top and bra.

"Let me see you play with your tits Cat," he said quietly.

"No," I sighed, loving the feelings I was giving myself, but feeling shy and embarrassed at the idea of going further.

"Come on baby, let me see those big tittes. Get them out for me. Let me see them in your hands. Play with them as I do."

"Oh Craig."

I squeezed and rubbed my boobs through my top. I was extremely aroused. I was once more, I half realised, fulfilling my need, my newly discovered, but still not fully analysed or understood need. I was having a form of extreme sex, certainly sex of a nature that would have been unthinkable for me just a few short weeks ago.

He put his hands behind and with his back still arched he continued to dry fuck me as I squeezed and rubbed my boobs.

"Get them out," Craig growled.

"No, I can't not here."

"Yes you can," he said slipping his hands inside the waist band of his trackies.

"Someone might come."

That made him smile. "I fucking well hope so, both of us," he smiled.

"I meant come along," I groaned back somewhat pedantically.

"They won't and if they did we would hear them for miles," he went on, his eyes locked on my boobs, which I had continued to rub and squeeze as we spoke.

"It's too risky Craig," I gulped with little conviction as those beautiful feelings started to well up in me.

"No it's not, look," he said sliding his trousers down a bit so that his bum and hips were on show with his cock caught on the inside of the trousers. He moved away and quickly pulled them away then pressed his naked cock back against me. "See."

"Oh God, Craig," I groaned.

I was excited by the sight of his cock, as I always was. The fact that he had bared it where we were, the feelings it was giving me as he thrust it against my pink skirt, the feelings I was giving myself with my hands on my tits and simply being in the open doing what we were doing all combined tom arouse me enormously.

"Come on," he said taking hold of the hem of my top, which had slipped out from the waist band of my skirt, which I realised was a little too tight for me; a bit of dieting and more gym work were clearly needed.

"No, we might get caught."

"I told you we won't, I've fucked girls here several times" he rather ungallantly advised me adding. "Even should anyone come along they can't see in here and in any case we could always move round the other side as we cover up."

I didn't reply, but the feelings were building up more and more and I hadn't stopped 'playing with myself.' I realised, or I convinced myself quickly, that he was probably quite correct.

He lifted my skirt up and put his cock inside. I was wearing quite full, but nevertheless thin panties. He slid his hand inside my skirt and took hold of the elastic round the leg hole and pulled it away from me. The feel of his cock on my bare stomach and pubes made me gasp and my body jerk. He kissed me, shoved his tongue in my mouth and pushed his cock further inside my panties and up my stomach.

"Come on Cat, get those lovely tits out for me."

I was gone, I'd had it, there was no resistance left. I slid each of the straps off my shoulders and down my arms to past my shoulders.

"Mmmmm, nice," he said looking at my tits in the white, net, almost totally see through bra. When playing with Craig I had pretty much given up wearing sports bras as, incidentally, most of the older women at the club had.

The look in his eyes, the combination of lust, want, desire and admiration made me feel so wanted and adventurous. I pushed the two mounds together.

"Like this," I croaked.

"Yes, for a start," he grunted leaning forward, pushing his tongue into my cleavage and licking all the way up.

I rolled my boobs around for a while, my thumb and forefingers on both hands finding my hardened nipples and relieving their aches by pulling and pinching them, quite hard. His eyes didn't leave my hands as his cock continued giving me delicious feelings probing around on my bare stomach inside my panties. I almost smiled when for some reason the phrase 'talking your way into a girl's knickers' came into my mind for this was literally, the first time a man had been in them, well at least while I was wearing them!

"Get them right out."

"Really?" I replied coquettishly, knowing now that I would.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I want to see yer tits."

"Just see," I smiled pushing the left strap off my shoulder.

"No."

"What then? I asked pushing the other strap off.

"I want to watch you play with your tits."

"Is that all?" I said scooping one then the other out of the cups."

"No, then I am going to fuck you."

As I delighted and excited myself by caressing, rubbing, stroking and pinching my tits, Craig slid my panties down. He pulled them to mid thigh.

"No take them right off," I said worried that they might gat torn or dirty and I had to wear them back to the club. We fumbled them down my legs and off my feet. He put them in his pocket.

"Don't forget to take them out before your mum washes them," I joked as I continued caressing myself. He bent at the knee so that he could position his cock right against my lips.

I didn't insist on a condom, though probably I should. When we had done it the first time in the clubhouse, it simply didn't occur to me. I hadn't had a man other than my husband make love to me for so many years and as I was on the pill, it just hadn't entered my mind. After the number of times Craig had now had me, it hardly seemed worth bothering now.

"Come on," I gasped, now wanting him badly.

"It's fucking difficult getting it right like this," he explained.

I understood what he meant for he was a good eight inches taller than me and getting the angle of penetration just right was difficult.

"Let me," I said reaching down, standing on tip toe and trying to get it in me. But I couldn't.

"Oh fuck this," he said making me panic for I thought he was going to stop, but he added. "Turn round."

I did and leaned forward supporting myself by putting my hands against the tree. He lifted my skirt pressed his cock against my pussy, grabbed my hips and thrust himself right up me in one glorious whoosh of sensations. Moulding himself round my body he grabbed my tits and then fucked me fast and furious.

He was right in the two things he'd said about the location. No one did come along, but we both did cum.

Real life.

The move was under two weeks away. The kids were getting more and more excited as I became more and more depressed. I was happy where we were, I had friends and contacts whereas I had nothing in Hertfordshire. I didn't like the country and didn't want to live there, where we were in West London was vibrant, trendy and cool, where we were going was slow and boring. I hated the rambling six, seven or eight, it was hard to count, bedroomed house and I didn't want the large grounds.

I knew that the move would end the fling with Craig, but that didn't worry me. It had run its course; I knew that an affair based purely on one thing has a limited life cycle. And in any case we had gone as far as I wanted, both sexually and in other ways. If we went on much more I was sure we'd be caught or I would be found out. I was also scaring myself with the eagerness that I was embracing some of the more extreme stuff, such as being fucked under that oak tree or kneeling beside my Porsche, sucking his cock.

Richard came home for a long weekend to sign the final documents on the sale of our house and the transfer to us of the new one. I had been looking forward to it, but as it sometimes did nowadays the mood between us was tense. Sure, we had sex, I guess we had to, but is was symbolic rather than natural; it wasn't bad though.

The final fuck with Craig.

We did it again standing up a la Basic Instinct a week or so after the time in the woods.

As I was being shagged with my legs wrapped round his waist, his hands holding me up by my bum he grunted.

"You liked that in the woods didn't you?"

"Yes," I murmured as we stared into each other's eyes.

"You liked getting your tits out?"

"Yes."

"And playing with them didn't you?"

"Yes, Craig, yes I did," I managed as my climax built up.

"You liked me watching you do it didn't you?" He grunted slowly pumping in and out of me.

"Mmmm, yes," I replied quite dreamily as the sexual feelings boiled over me and I started to cum.

"You know that I move on Thursday," I told him when we spoke on the phone on the Friday before that.

"Yes and that's when I get dumped, right."

"Well luv, not dumped, but I know what you mean."

"Won't you be at the club this weekend?"

"No I can't, Richard's home and we have loads to do."

"Ok, so is that it then?"

"No, I thought you might like to come to the house on Monday."

"You'll be alone?"

"Yes, all night if you want."

It was going to be the end. I knew it as well as Craig did. It was over, finished, dead and buried. But why not go out with a bang, I had thought when I decided to ask him to the house.

"Why not come around seven, I'll do dinner and you can stay the night." I'd told him.

"Oh fuck Cat, you look amazing," Craig said after I had opened the front door and let him into the house.

I had pondered for quite some time thinking how to make this 'last supper' very special; for him and for me. He deserved it. He had helped me find something in myself, not necessarily liking or welcoming what I found, but that wasn't down to him. He had also given me an enormous amount of pleasure and excitement, in fact nobody else had given me so much in such short period as far as I could recall other than my children and that was not a fair comparison..

Naked, after bathing, washing and drying my hair, doing my finger and toe nails, fixing my light make and trimming my pubes, I went into my bedroom.

Parts of the house were now bare, the removers having taken the non-essential stuff, but the bedroom and main living areas were still fully furnished; I knew we wouldn't use much more than those.

I hadn't worn a suspender belt for years. It felt strange having the tightness of the lace and silk round my tummy and hips, but quite nice. I occasionally wore stockings for Richard, but for many years now they had been hold ups and didn't require the rather old fashioned looking garment I was now wrapping round my body and clipping at the front. That done, I held my breath and pulled my stomach in as I wiggled the 'belt' round me so the clasp was at the back and the four suspenders were in the right places.

I tore open the cellophane on the packet containing the stockings I had bought just that morning in a Tesco of all places, and lifted out the smooth, dark nylons. They felt good on the skin of my hands and even better as I slid them up my legs. I like wearing stockings. Fiddling them into place I snapped the darker denier stocking tops into the suspenders and stood with my back to the full length mirror. The seams were not quite straight so I messed around with them, even having to undo and snap in again the suspenders on my right leg. My legs tightly together I again looked over my shoulder and felt pleased with both the sight of my pretty trim bum, the stockings and my legs. I put the high heels on, my legs seemed to slim immediately.

Not being that used to wearing sexy undies I had looked at a few glamour sites to get some ideas on what type of panties to wear. It had been looking at the sites that had changed my mind from lacy topped hold-ups to a sussie belt. I had assumed I would wear a thong, but my 'research' and my plan had changed that idea. It had also done something else and that was reveal a curiosity in other women. The girls I saw on the erotic underwear sites were totally gorgeous, they turned me on a bit; could I have bi tendencies I asked myself. Fuck this was becoming such a time of sexual enlightenment for me!

The pure silk of the black, French knickers felt so good in my hands that unconsciously I rubbed them across my breasts. God was that good! I could feel my nipples hardening, I pinched them through the lustrous material. This was getting crazy, if I wasn't careful I would start to cum and then I would masturbate; it was far too early for that so I put the knickers on. I had never worn French knickers before and their loose bagginess felt strange, but the sight of them in the mirror was very sexy. They were cut quite high at the groins and they were full, the elastic at the top going round me just below the lacy top of the suspender belt. The scalloped bottoms flapped a little and moved as I did flashing some of my tummy and a bit of my pubes.